Temperatures icy
Temperatures fall
Listen to me
Please make the call.

Don’t make them ruin
Pleasures and wisdom
Pistols of ivy
Words are true in

Blankets of pain
Conditions unclear
Stop with the havoc
I’d like to gain

One face of clarity
Through ice and snow
But keep this in mind
Don’t sink too low.

        © Séamus Kennan / 2017